Dream Cheeky - The Movie

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Thunder Missile Launcher. No frills, just meaningless hours of fun

Hong Kong, January 2011 - Dream Cheeky, in their never ending quest to distract even the most focused office dwellers, just released their next generation Thunder Missile Launcher.

Compared to its predecessor, the Dream Cheeky Thunder Missile Launcher has twice the range, a sleek new design, onscreen and keyboard control capabilities and sound effects that will make you swear you’ve been sucked into a Star Wars movie after too many drinks. With a thirty foot range, it's obvious Dream Cheeky spent more time this past year upgrading the functionality than the aesthetics, but the new design is far superior to other office appropriate missile launchers.

Those of you already familiar with the new Dream Cheeky O.I.C. Storm Missile Launcher and all of its fancy tricks, may wonder why we didn’t name this launcher Red Headed Stepchild of O.I.C. Storm Missile Launcher. All we can say is Dream Cheeky is run by a man fascinated with weather.

We have plenty of brand new Thunders in stock for anyone who would like to be amongst the first to experience the power of the Thunder. So please send Julie MacPherson an email at sales@dreamcheeky.com to find out how you can order yours. Please contact Taylor Giovan at marketing@dreamcheeky.com if you would like to write, blog or rave through other media about the Thunder. And of course you can find more information about Thunder on our website; www.dreamcheeky.com.

Thank you for giving us the attention we crave!

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Dream Cheeky would like to wish everyone a HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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Didn't get what you wanted for Christmas?

Shop for your favorite Dream Cheeky gadgets at http://www.dreamcheeky.com !!


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Dream Cheeky Christmas Spirit!!!

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Twas the night before Christmas...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ship  Not a circuit was buzzing, not one microchip:  The phasers were hung in the armory securely,  In hope that no alien would get up that early.  The crewmen were nestled all snug in their bunks  Except for the few who were partying drunks.  And Picard in his nightshirt, and Bev in her lace,  Had just settled down for a neat face to face. . .   When out in the hall there arose such a racket,  That we leapt from our beds, pulling on pants and jacket.  Away to the lifts we all shot like a gun,  Leapt into the turbos and shouted "Deck One!"  The bridge red-alert lights, which flashed through the din,  Gave a lustre of Hades to objects within.  When, what on the viewscreen, our eyes should behold,  But a weird kind of sleigh, and some guy who looked old.   But the glint in his eyes was so strange and askew,  That we knew in a moment it had to be Q.  His sleigh grew much larger as closer he came.  Then he zapped on the bridge and addressed us by name:  "It's Riker, It's Data, It's Worf and Jean-Luc!  It's Geordi, Weasley, the genetic fluke!  To the top of the bridge, to the top of the hull!  Now float away! Float away! Float away all!"   As leaves in the autumn are whisked off the street,  So the floor of the bridge came away from our feet,  And up to the ceiling, our bodies they flew,  As the captain called out, 'what the hell is this, Q?!"  And, snapping his fingers, he vanished again.  The spell was removed, and we crashed to the ground.  Then Q, dressed in fur from head to toe,  Appeared once again, to continue the show.   "That's enough!" cried the captain, "You'll stop this at once!"  And Riker said, "Worf, take aim at this dunce!"  "I'm deeply offended, Jean-Luc,' replied Q,  "I just wanted to celebrate Christmas with you."  As we scoffed at his words, he produced a large sack.  He dumped out the contents and took a step back.  "I've brought gifts," he said, "just to show I'm sincere.  There's something delightful for everyone here."   He sat on the floor, and dug into the pile,  And handed out gifts with his most charming smile:  "For Counselor Troi, there's no need to explain,  Here's Tylenol-Beta for all of your pain.  For Worf I've some mints, as his breath's not too great  And for Geordi LaForge, an inflatible date.  For Wesley, some horomones, and Clearasil-plus;  For Data, a joke book, for Riker a truss.  For Beverly Crusher, there's sleek lingerie,  And for Jean-Luc, the thrill of just seeing her that way."   And he sprang to his feet with that grin on his face,  And, clapping his hands, disappeared into space.  But we heard him exclaim as he dwindled from sight,  "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good flight!"

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Christmas list!


What's on your Christmas list?

Here's what is on ours so far:

Super cool USB Missile Launcher
-Who wouldn't want a computer activated missile launcher?!

Web Mail Notifier
-Practical and cool

Roll-up Drum kit
-Bringing my beat with me every time I hit the street!!!

USB mini-fridge
-When will they make eggnog in a can???

Star Trek Webcam
-Of course! Everyone has one!

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